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 Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2007 7:44 pm
OOC: Roka, demadaha; if you two see this before I PM you, your names are on this thing in case you want to be part of the party described below. Vania might decide to come with Fabel and bring Sverrir with her. This would be right after the thread that you guys have going now, that morning.
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With the recent attack on Eldic Estates, the Feretris underground was in just as much of an uproar as surface society. Those of the Free Birth faction, who had helped weave the skeleton of the underground, shuddered with bone-deep disapproval of the raid. The underground knew something that others in Feretris did not; some of their own had helped orchestrate the attack.
At no other point during Cain's excursion to Feretris would the underground have mattered a lick to him. They may be an illegal society, but any black market on Feretris did well enough without concerted effort on their part. Yet Cain had met many an underground woman, whether he knew it or not, as he swindled Feretris residents in broad day light. A woman from the underground had watched with crossed arms as he was put into the stocks, in the middle of the street where residents could best taunt him. He'd been there all day, stuck in the marketplace crossroads between Eldic Estates and its eastern neighbor. From there, he had been able to see light from the flames licking at the other side of Eldic Estates.
Now morning was lighting upon smoke from the raid fires, though the fires themselves had been put out. The wind was blowing his way and had been all night, bringing the distinct smell of burnt wood and hay his way. Following the smoke was a small group of uncertain number in the new light. A woman from the group broke away, headed straight for him in the stocks. She glanced at the other, empty stocks as she stopped just out of reach.
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2007 8:30 pm
Cain, widely known to the people as a swindler Tethgorn Hesquare scowled, his head bent down low, staring at the ground. His hair was a dishevelled mop of mud, leaves, and rotten food items. At one point, he could’ve sworn that a child had hidden a rock somewhere in her half-eaten apple before her mother hurried the girl away. He had not a doubt that things could’ve turned out better, his fine clothing now covered with a variety of stains. All the while, he was seething at how easily he let himself get caught.
He’d gotten no sleep either. Feretris, apparently, was awake every hour of the day, and there were no shortage of people to scorn him, being a man as well as a petty criminal. All the while, it seemed as if the punishment would never end. Cain was not a patient man, even less a modest one, and as people jeered at him, he burned with humiliation, the chill of the night air making his limbs feel cold and clammy, his legs already sore with being forced to stand for such a long amount of time.
Morning was no more hospitable than the night – perhaps even worse. Slowly, the street began to get more crowded, many women pausing to look at him scathingly, pointing, or just making a very wide and noticeable arc around him. He was too preoccupied with his woes to notice the Feretris woman approaching him until she was just an arms-reach away. Slowly, he raised his head, which was fairly difficult to do – his neck felt oddly stiff and sore, not to mention that he had no motivation to face the woman.
Maybe if I ignore her, she'll go away, he thought dryly to himself, Hmph. Wonder what she wants.
His eyes, narrowed, gazed at the woman suspiciously.
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2007 9:11 pm
Fabel crossed her arms as she frowned at him. One of their operatives had told Fabel about this man, but the tale was scant useful. As far as Fabel saw, here was a man being harshly punished, probably for stealing an apple or making a crass comment. She and her small party were the only ones in the dark street just before dawn, but she felt that this would not last. But for that moment, she had the power, and she had broken many laws lately herself.
Fabel stepped closer as she pulled a hammer out of a black leather bag slung over her shoulder. Those stocks looked strong enough to hold a disarmed man, but not strong enough to hold up to a real beating.
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2007 9:51 pm
As the hammer came out of the bag, Cain’s eyes widened. The woman wasn’t planning to beat him with that thing, was she? However, the woman certainly had her attention on him – had he seen him somewhere? Did something to anger her? Cain didn’t seem to remember, or was it just pure coincidence that he was put on the stocks just when some psychotic woman with a big hammer was on the loose?
However, she certainly didn’t seem psychotic, and nor did Cain remember having anything to do with her. Strange, but one does see many people, and provoke as many people when they’re doing something like him. The woman hadn’t done anything yet – maybe the hammer was there just to intimidate him.
“…What do you want?” he said, trying to stop his voice from quivering. It came out as a croak.
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2007 9:17 am
"Want?" Fabel asked. She made sure not to look back at her group, not wanting to be told that they needed to hurry, or that this man might be dangerous, or any of a number of things that would only confuse the situation for her. "I want you to come with us."
She swung the hammer down on the end of the stock, where two pieces of wood had been nailed together to create the holes for his arms and head. Another whack or two and the old nails broke, the wood from the top piece hitting the man's back and the back of his wrists as Fabel wrenched the other side off.
She felt like nothing could stand in her way today. She'd stood up to a dragon. "Run if you want, or follow us." Fabel stood there, breathing hard, to find out what he was going to do.
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2007 3:39 pm
"Want? I want you to come with us."
He opened his mouth to speak, then closed them, then opened again, and the shut them firmly as the woman began swinging down that hammer of hers. Cain winced visibly each time the hammer hit the wood, and then gave a yelp of suprise and pain as the wooden block hit him, his back sore enough without having something being banged on his back.
"Run if you want, or follow us."
"I know that nothing good's going to come out of this," He muttered furiously to himself.
However, if he was to run away, he would only be caught by either the street-thugs, or the guards, again. He didn't know the area of Feretris as well as he would like, and the woman, along with her fellows which he had noticed standing further back, didn't seem to have any intention of hurting him... yet.
"Fine," he spoke with as much confidence which he could muster, which wasn't much at all," But who are you?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2007 7:34 pm
Fabel shook her head at his question. "It's a long story, and I'm not giving you my name. I don't ask yours." Since the raid had just finished, Lilith doubted that he knew any thing about that, nor would he understand how that related to their purpose here. As far as she was concerned, Feretris was in chaos, and it was best to take advantage. One freed prisoner shouldn't have any complaints, and she hoped that others had been freed at the jail that had been attacked in the raid.
She turned to wave to her group. "Hurry up!" she hissed quietly. "They're not going to wait for us!"
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2007 11:50 pm
[[OOC: ...Um, wait. Fabel = Lilth? or is Lilith just one person in a group?... Confused-ness.
Oh, and short post. Sorry. x.x ]]
Cain gave a short huff of displeasure, before making his way, as quickly as he could, after her. He was already pretty sure that they group was part of some criminal organisation, and he was already thinking of several ways to take advantage of the situation, despite the lack of intel on the group.
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2007 5:27 am
[[OOPS. I meant Fabel. gonk *fixes* stupid...NPCs.... ninja dema said that he was going to post him so I'm going to give roka and him that chance]]
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2007 4:42 am
[[ OOC: *Cricket chirrup*... Sorry, couldn't resist. xp ]]
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2007 12:31 pm
Vania stood near the back of the group as she watched Fabel and the slave talk to one another. She did not like it when the group did such large actions, since it often made her feel worried. No one needs to confront the law at the moment, thought Vania. With a small sigh, she turned away before watching the street for any potential witnesses. She let her draconian magic flow inside her, ready to burst out and hide the group. They did not need a confrontation.
When she heard the familiar hiss of Fabel, Vania backed up from the entrance to the street and to the rest of the group. "I did not see anyone watch us," muttered Vania. "As far as I can tell, we are clear."
She glared at the shadows before nodding. "Yes, I think we are clear."
(( Sorry 'bout that. PC troubles and all. ))
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2007 11:32 pm
Sverrir tried to stifle a loud yawn as he watched Vania, the cool air had done nothing to wake him up but he still took this opportunity to assess everyone in the group, and found that he had no idea what to think. Women saving men, a woman that he still hadn't decided whether or not was evil and for some reason he wasn't freaking out, he still felt the voice in his head being muffled.
I wonder if they are really men in disguise.
He turned his attention to the man in that Fabel had just freed. Sverrir didn't know what to think of this man, he was clearly being punished for some reason but still seemed to have. . . Confidence? Sverrir didn't trust this man, and yet Sverrir idolized him because he had managed to be free.
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2007 12:12 am
"Yes, I think we are clear."
Clear? From what?
Most likely, it was from the authorities, but how backing into a smaller street made them any safer was beyond him. The guards, to his knowledge, even patrolled the tiny alleyways in streets, although it wasn't often. All the while, his heart was beating uncontrollably. Here, he was completely at another's mercy, despite not being contained in the stocks anymore, but still, it was disconcerting - and by Feretris women, no less. He sighed. Hopefully, he wasn't going from a bunch of tyrants to a bunch of cut-throat criminals. He had learnt not to judge people by their looks, being the man that he was, but still, his curiosity and suspicion about them lingered.
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2007 5:55 pm
His suspicions were not without warrant.
These women were crawling around back alley ways in dead silence, weaving back and forth like they had laid the foundations themselves. It was as dizzying as a nightmare, and the women huddled outside the group to keep the two men together and with the group. If one of them had tried to escape, Fabel might have actually tried to kill him. Sverrir knew who she was, and this new guy had seen them all by the light of the street lamps kept around the stocks. He was probably a no-good-thief any way.
Head buzzing, Fabel slid a panel as big as a door to the side and stepped in. Normally she was more careful upon entering, always fearing that one of their safe houses might be captured. But this was where the meeting was to be, at least for the leaders of the underground in this area, the leaders who knew had the most to lose or gain from the raid that night.
The room was pitch black, but Fabel motioned for the others to follow.
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2007 10:09 pm
Sverrir entered with the rest of the group. He had resigned himself to whatever these people had in store for him and he had no hope of escape with mistress Vania watching him so closely.
Maybe they will have a sense of humor, though I highly doubt it.
The house was dark, which was nice. Sometimes a mistress would not hit as solidly as they intended in the dark.
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